Dogs | What's Up Brock

Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio,

A Nation turns its lonely eyes to you.

Whats that you say, Mrs Robinson

“Joltin” Joe has left and gone away.

I know it’t been a few days since last update. Sometimes life gets a little hectic.

I have been reading up on and studying some ways to improve my macro photography of food items. I have the equipment (mostly) but need some technical knowledge on natural and artificial lighting. As you can see from my awesome dinner this past Wednesday night of a Hungry Man turkey dinner, the photos white balance and saturation are washed out from the flash.

I figure if I am going to blog about some awesome food I have been shoving down my fat ‘effing mouth the pictures should convey that awesomeness. I need somewhat of an excuse for eating this unhealthy but delicious grub. At least that’s my story, until I start posting about what goddamn salad or gluten free cardboard I am currently not enjoying.

No worries though, I am running or working out daily and I can eat whatever the hell I want. Well in moderation anyway. You see age is catching up with me, but damn it I still have my treachery. So, no this portion of the Whats Up Brock blog likely wont turn to healthful dishes I may be engaged in. Well unless of course there may be some interest. I doubt it though. If there is one thing I know, healthful eating pretty much blows goats. It sucks ass. Lame. Any other euphemism for “blech I suffer through eating this shit to fit in…”

Different subject and small update:

The Lab/Retriever mix Hershey I mentioned in a previous entry on this blog, went to his new home sometime last week. When I was at the shelter this past Tuesday, I went down to his room to check on him. Well thats a lie, I went down to love on him since it had been about a week and I missed the turd. Hershey was gone and Sergeant was in his place. Kinda felt like Ben Affleck in Good Will Hunting when Matt Damon’s character Will hauled ass after his girl and didn’t say goodbye to his buddies. Sad but happy he got out of there.

Anyway Sergeant here is a four year old German Shepard dog. Guy drops him off at shelter, “because my wife said to get rid of dog, she doesn’t like him anymore.” It’s probably a testament to why I am still single, but frankly I’d have told my wife, mother, virgin mary to “better go pack your shit, the dog stays long after I get rid of you”.

Of course I have seen the good and bad in people and to me dogs usually win, so I may be biased.

Sergeant is depressed and leery of people so I am spending time with him. We’ll see what happens. The first real dog I was introduced to in my life was my uncle’s dog named Kojak, which was a German Shepard. The breed has a place in my heart.